The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The mortar shell screamed before it broke the horizon, a high, thin whistle that cut through the gray fog of the Somme like a needle through wet cloth. I did not look up. I was already digging. My hands, caked in the black, oily earth of the trench, moved with the mechanical precision of a man who has long since abandoned the hope of survival for the discipline of duty. The air tasted of...

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